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Chapter 19
My talk with Jacob was...interesting. His immediate response to Sarah's dance invitation had been no. Well, 'Hell no!' had been his actual response, followed by a long string of expletives and a five-minute rant about knowing exactly what a sixteen-year-old boy wanted to do with a girl in a car.
I let him vent, knowing he needed to exhaust his ire before we could discuss the situation reasonably. When his profanity-laced speech slowed to an occasional grunt and several heavy sighs, I spoke. "Is this about her age or about her dating in general?"
"Her age, of course!" Jacob huffed. "Bella, she's just a little girl."
"Actually Jacob, she's fifteen. She'll be sixteen in June," I reminded him. "And this is a special occasion, a formal dance. With her best friend Rebecca too."
"I thought we agreed no car dates until she's sixteen. Whose side are you on anyway?"
"Sarah's side," I answered evenly. "If it's the car part of the date you find objectionable, I can take them, or Daniel's parents can drive them. We prohibited being alone in a car with a boy, Jacob, not boys altogether."
"Why not?" Jacob grumbled, and I laughed. I understood how he felt, really I did. I didn't want Sarah dating any more than Jacob did. But we weren't going to be able to stop her from growing up forever.
"Bella, stop being so damned reasonable, will you? I'm trying to be all Papa Bear here, and you're making it impossible," Jacob grumbled, and I could tell that he was ready to discuss this now. "Who is this boy, anyway?"
"Daniel Arthur," I answered. "He's a year ahead of Sarah. They won't be alone, because his friend Rob asked Rebecca to the dance, and they'll all ride together." I paused for a moment. "He made sure to tell me that at least twice when he called to talk to me a few minutes ago."
"He did what?" Jacob asked suspiciously.
"He called me. Not Sarah, me. He wanted me to know that he'd asked Sarah to the dance and he wanted to give me the opportunity to ask him any questions I may have." I giggled, remembering the conversation. "Jacob, he offered me references."
"References?" Jacob sounded stunned, which was the reaction I was hoping for.
"Yes, references. His basketball coach, his Boy Scout leader, and his pastor. He also volunteered to email me a letter of recommendation from his driving instructor, and copies of his last four report cards to prove that he was a good student. Oh, and he offered to put his dad on the phone, too."
"Oh my God, our daughter is going to the dance with a dork," Jacob muttered, and I laughed, relieved for Sarah that her dad was going to give in without a major fight. "I may take him up on those references, though."
We talked for a few more minutes about curfews and plans for the dance, which was on one of Jacob's weekends. When Sarah came into the kitchen and heard my part of the conversation, she started squealing with excitement and dancing around the room. She spoke briefly with Jacob, rolling her eyes repeatedly at what was undoubtedly his 'Papa Bear' mode and saying, "Yes, Daddy" at regular intervals. She hugged me again when their conversation was over, and immediately asked when we could go shopping, and could Rebecca come with us.
I felt rather nostalgic when I stepped through the doors of Port Angeles' only department store four days later. It was here that I purchased my first formal dress, for prom with Jacob our junior year of high school. That had been quite an entertaining shopping trip with Angela and….oh, what was her name? It took a moment to remember Jessica Stanley. Last I'd heard, she and Mike Newton had married and moved to California. I'd have to remember to ask Angela if she'd heard anything about them recently.
I had never been much of a shopper. Sure, I had enjoyed picking out clothes for the kids when they were little, but as Sarah had grown and her opinions with her, shopping had lost what little appeal it held in the first place. But this was something more than just shopping. This was the first formal, and it was fun to be included as more than just the checkbook. Rebecca's mother, who had already raised two daughters through their teen years, had been all too willing to turn Rebecca over to me for shopping this afternoon, and I was glad the two girls were having such a good time together.
Sarah and Rebecca were giggling like the teens they were as we all but ransacked the junior's department. The selection was much larger, and much scarier, than it had been when I was a teenager. There were a few dresses that Sarah looked at and immediately shoved to the side, knowing that I would never approve them. Internally I thanked her for having the sense to avoid what would lead to an argument. Before long, both she and Rebecca had a sales clerk running back and forth between them and the dressing rooms. When it looked to me like the poor girl could handle no more, I laughingly suggested to Sarah that they start trying on dresses.
"Mom, you sit down, and Rebecca and I will come out to you." Sarah pointed to a soft-looking chair placed near the three-way mirror. Yeah, I think I could handle that.
My text alert sounded as I made myself comfortable in the vacant chair. I smiled anew at the giggles of the girls in their dressing rooms across from one another. My smile got even wider when I saw that Edward had sent the text.
Hi there, pretty girl. Having fun shopping?
My heart still beat faster when he called me pretty girl.
The girls are just getting started. I think I may be here all night.
Sarah and Rebecca left their dressing rooms simultaneously, and I laughed when I saw they were dressed in the same identical black dress. They took one look at each other and blurted out in unison, "It looks better on you!" Giggling, they turned back to their dressing rooms to try on something else.
Edward had sent another text.
Do the kids ever go to Jacob's during the week?
I thought about that, and about our agreement to see each other only on my child-free weekends so as not to upset Will any further. It had seemed like such an easy fix at the time, separating these two areas of my life. What I hadn't counted on was how much I would miss Edward. It had only been four days since the weekend, but with our work schedules we hadn't been able to see each other at all. It wasn't just the sex that I missed, although abstinence following only two nights with Edward was far more difficult than my two-year drought while married to Jacob. I missed simply having Edward with me, to be able to touch him, or look at him just because I wanted to. These texting exchanges and our nightly phone call were the highlights of my day.
Which made the mom in me feel even guiltier. Since opening the bookstore, my time with the kids was limited as well, and I felt terrible when I wanted to spend an evening with Edward instead of spending time with Sarah and Will. It had never been an issue for me before. Because of the nature of my relationship with Jacob the kids had always been my number one priority. How in the world did people maintain balance between their adult desires and interests, and the interests and needs of their children?
I had no idea who I could talk to about it, either. Balancing hadn't exactly been my mother's strong suit. After all, her marriage to Phil and her desire to be with him all the time had been the catalyst for my move to Forks. Although I had been successful at hiding it, I had resented their relationship as a teenager, and still hadn't understood it when I became a wife and mother. But now, with the intensity of my feelings for Edward battling with my needs and wants as a mother, I could see Renee's struggles in a new light. Still, it would kill me to have the kids move in with Jacob the way I had moved in with Charlie, even if it was only across town.
Sometimes on the nights I have to work, but just for dinner.
I found myself chewing on my bottom lip nervously after I composed my reply to Edward, wondering how to handle this. Of course, biting my lip led me to thoughts of how Edward responded when I bit my lip, as well as the image of him doing the same in the throes of an orgasm. I had to press my thighs together at the mental image and bite back a groan as my arousal rose.
"Mom, I found the perfect dress – don't you just love it?" Sarah asked, drawing my attention away from my cell phone. My mouth dropped open in horror when I saw her standing there in a blue dress that was so short and tight she had to tug on the skirt to keep her underwear from showing. When I looked up at her face, she was grinning madly. "Gotcha!" she said, doing an about-face and going back into the dressing room. I could still hear her laughing when my text alert sounded again.
I want to see you – I miss having you in my arms.
I felt a goofy smile spread across my face. That man said the sweetest things! And I wanted to see him too, but for now my evenings belonged to my children. The evenings? Inspiration hit me.
I don't have to work tomorrow. We could have lunch?
Sarah stepped out of her dressing room in a pretty pink halter dress with a scooped neckline. I smiled in approval, until she twirled and showed the back of the dress, which simply didn't exist. All I could see was bare flesh from her neck to the swell of her bottom. "I know, I know," she groaned in disappointment at the decisive head shake I gave her.
"Hey, Mrs. Black, I think I really like this one," Rebecca said, coming out of her dressing room in a silvery blue dress with a beaded neckline that fit her perfectly. "Would you take a picture and send it to my Mom?" Rebecca had a wide smile on her face, and Sarah was bouncing excitedly next to her, already suggesting jewelry and playing with Rebecca's cornsilk hair.
I took a picture of the lovely young girl and sent it to her mother Staci, who called immediately to talk to Rebecca. After a couple of minutes back and forth, I heard Rebecca start thanking her mother profusely. I smiled to myself. One down, one to go.
Rebecca handed me my phone. "Thanks, Mrs. Black. Oh, I think you have a new text message."
"That's probably from her boyfriend, Edward," Sarah said in a teasing tone, laughing when I started to blush.
"Way to go, Mrs. B!" Rebecca said with a smile. "Sarah said he's kinda hot, for an old guy."
I raised an eyebrow at Sarah, trying to give her a stern look but failing miserably. I couldn't fault her for being right, although Edward was far more than 'kinda' hot, even at his 'old' age of thirty-six. "Aren't you supposed to be trying on dresses?" I asked Sarah. "Or do you need me to let out the hem on your junior bridesmaid's dress from Embry and Holly's wedding?" The orange dress from their fall wedding, to be exact. Sarah had lamented, even at age thirteen, that she had looked like a pumpkin.
Sarah made a quick about-face at that threat and returned to her dressing room. I waited until Rebecca had closeted herself in the dressing room as well before retrieving the text from Edward.
Damn, I have a lunch meeting tomorrow that I can't miss. What about breakfast?
My mind flashed back to my last breakfast with Edward...in his bed. I felt a shiver run up my spine, and pressed my thighs together again.
Sure, do you want to meet somewhere?
Sarah cleared her throat and I looked up from my phone, feeling guilty for my wandering attention. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of my little girl...no, the young woman in front of me.
She was wearing a knee length dress, deep red with a filmy chiffon overlay. It was a simple halter style, with a rounded neckline. The back dipped lower, almost to her waist, but it was criss-crossed by multiple black ribbons that wound their way around the front of the dress as well in an asymmetrical pattern, giving the whole dress a modern, edgy look. The color was perfect with her honey-toned skin and dark hair. She looks so grown up!
"You'll have to wear your hair up so that everyone can see the back, and we'll need to get you the right kind of bra," I told her, and she rushed forward to hug me when she realized that I was accepting her choice. Rebecca came out of her dressing room in her street clothes, and the two of them hugged each other and jumped up and down. "Okay girls, we still have shoes, jewelry and undergarments to purchase, so get changed!" I told them, pointing toward their dressing rooms.
My text message alert sounded again.
Why don't you meet me at my office around seven? We can go from there.
I was a little disappointed that he didn't want to meet at his house, but I was just happy that I would be able to see him tomorrow.
Okay, tomorrow at seven. I'm looking forward to it.
Both girls exited their dressing rooms with their dresses carefully draped over their arms. I peeked around them at the taffeta, chiffon and silk that filled each dressing room. Thank goodness the girls had hung up their selections after trying them on. I turned to the salesclerk, who gave me a weary smile. "You get commission, right?"
"Yes, thank you," the clerk said gratefully. My phone sounded with another text.
The office doesn't open until nine. I'll leave the main door open. And I'm looking forward to seeing you, too.
Accessories were easy. Rebecca found a pair of silvery sandals similar to the ones I had worn on New Year's Eve. Sarah found a pair of black pumps with red piping that matched her dress exactly. They poured over the fancy jewelry at the counter before settling on matching silver earrings. With the beaded neckline of Rebecca's dress and the intricacy of the design on Sarah's, they decided the dresses and their hairstyles would be enough.
The girls giggled and blushed as we made our way to the lingerie section. The part of me that was a mom shuddered at the provocative nightgowns, revealing bras and miniscule panties. However, the part of me that was dating Edward Cullen was wondering what he would think of the black satin corset and matching thong with the garters and sheer stockings. Catching a glimpse of my generous figure in the mirror, I shuddered delicately at the thought of wearing such an outfit for him. Edward likes you just the way you are, my inner voice reminded me, and I smiled at the thought.
Sarah and Rebecca shooed me away from the specialty bras. Apparently dress shopping with mom was acceptable, but underwear shopping was not. I wandered away from the scarier looking pieces of lingerie and found myself in front of some more sedate looking bra and panty sets.
"Hi there, can I help you find something in your size?" asked a perky voice from behind me. I rolled my eyes internally and turned, expecting to find a slim, pretty young girl not much older than Sarah, pleasantly surprised to find a woman about my age and similar in build standing there with a smile. "I saw you shudder when walking by the thongs, and thought I'd see if you need some help picking anything out," she said kindly.
"Um, I might be in the market for some new undergarments," I confessed, feeling my blush rise.
She looked me over, head to toe. "Let me guess, recently divorced, new guy, right?" the clerk asked.
I laughed. "Um, yeah. Exactly. How did you...?"
"Honey, I see it all the time. Women forget to buy pretty stuff for themselves because they deserve it, not just to impress the man in their lives," the clerk said, starting to flip through sizes. She pulled out a pretty ice blue satin set, and when I checked the tags, they were in my size. She knew her job for sure. "No thongs – those suckers are just uncomfortable. Boy shorts are the in thing right now. Cheekies are cute too, if you don't have any ass issues." She looked at my backside. "You shouldn't have any issues, your ass is great."
"Um, thanks?" I said, blushing as she thrust several other sets at me, all varied styles and colors.
"I'll go help your girls with what they need. You go sneak into that room right over there, and don't come out until you've got at least three new sets!" I stood there in shock, my arms filled with satin and lace. Not a cotton t-back in sight. "Go!" the clerk ordered, and I hurried into the dressing room and closed the door, my face burning with a mortified blush.
I dumped the pile of fabric in the chair and backed away as if it was a ticking time bomb. Come on, Bella! It's just underwear! I reminded myself how embarrassed I had been that I had no pretty lingerie when I spent the night at Edward's and I squared my shoulders, peeling off my shirt and picking up the first bra with determination.
By the time I was done, the keep pile was surprisingly twice as large as the reject pile. I liked a couple of items enough to ask the clerk if they had them in different colors. Rebecca and Sarah joined me just as the clerk was sliding my wrapped purchases into a bag. Thank goodness. The last thing I wanted was my far too observant and newly dating teen eyeballing my new underwear selections. On the other hand, I couldn't wait for Edward to see them…
"New underwear mom? Thank God. Can we burn your old stuff? I swear you have bras that you must have nursed Will in." Ahhh, bless the filter-less teen.
"Did you girls find what you need to go under your dresses?" I asked to shift the focus off me. They nodded, each holding up a bra with a deep back and long straps that the clerk said would follow the lines of their dresses. I shrugged my shoulders, glad my bag didn't contain anything that complicated.
The clerk rang everything up and told the girls to have a good time at the dance. Then she winked at me. "I hope you get to enjoy your new purchases as well."
Thinking of breakfast tomorrow with Edward, I couldn't help but have the same hope.
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I stepped off the elevator and opened the door to the CWC offices, the stillness of the early hour creating a hushed, intimate setting. I walked down the darkened hallway toward the lighted office at the end of the hall.
Edward didn't hear me come in, and he was bent over his drafting table, working on a set of plans. He was wearing a dark green dress shirt that showcased his muscular shoulders and the lean line of his back where the shirt tucked into black trousers with a narrow gray pinstripe. His hair was as unruly as ever, looking as though he'd just tumbled out of bed after a wild night, and the memory of just that made my heart race. His long, elegant fingers worked the plans on the table, and the sight of his hands brought more memories rushing back. God, the things this man made me think and feel!
I cleared my throat quietly, not quite trusting my voice. "Good morning," I said in a husky whisper that didn't sound like me at all.
Edward turned towards me, his crooked grin spreading across his features and stealing my breath. "Good morning to you, beautiful," he said softly, his voice just as husky as mine as he crossed the room.
"You stole my line," I whispered just before his lips met mine. Edward's kiss was soft but thorough, his tongue sweeping against my lips and delving into my mouth to stroke my own. One hand gripped my waist and he slid the other into the hair at the nape of my neck, tugging gently to tilt my face up towards his.
"Mmmm, you taste amazing," Edward murmured, his lips trailing across my cheek to nibble at my earlobe and lick at the hollow behind my ear. I could feel the smile on his lips as I groaned, clenching my thighs together against the sudden arousal his lips on my skin always caused. "And you look amazing," he said, pulling back slightly to smile down at me. He grasped my hand and stepped back, raising my arm over my head and twirling me slowly for his inspection.
I knew he would be dressed up for his day at the office and his lunch meeting, so I decided to dress up as well. I was wearing a dark green wool wrap dress that I realized was almost the same color as his dress shirt, and my knee-high boots. I felt a blush color my cheeks as I thought of the new underwear I was wearing under the dress, and how badly I wanted to show it to him today.
I hadn't been kidding when I told Edward I wasn't sure how to handle the brazen feelings he brought out in me. I had never been so aroused by a mere kiss, and I couldn't believe how much I wanted him after such a simple touch. And I felt guilty. I was here for breakfast, not a booty call. Edward meant more to me than just a way to scratch an inch, and I refused to treat him that way.
Edward noticed my blush, of course. Raising an eyebrow at me, he pulled me back into his arms, and wouldn't let me bury my face in his chest and hide the way I desperately wanted to. "What's wrong, love? Talk to me," he whispered.
The feel of his feather-soft breath across my cheek caused me to moan. I couldn't help myself as I slid my hands across his shoulders, my fingers caressing his neck before I buried them in his hair, pulling his face down to mine for a kiss.
I pressed against him, my body desperately seeking contact with his to assuage the need I felt. I was surprised when I felt him rock his hips forward, his erection already thick between us. "Bella," Edward rasped, sliding his hands down my back to cup my ass and pull me against him more firmly. "We're not going to get much talking done at this rate."
"Talking is overrated," I mumbled, licking the corner of his mouth, then nibbling on his lower lip and moving my lips to his jaw to press kisses there. I tugged lightly on his hair and he let his head fall back, exposing his throat to my exploring mouth.
"Bella, this isn't why I invited you for breakfast," Edward groaned, his body moving against mine while I continued to assault his neck with my lips and tongue. He shuddered when I sucked on a patch of skin just above his collarbone. His words slowly broke through my lust-clouded thoughts, and I felt my face burn hotly as I tried to pull back.
"Oh no, no, no, no, pretty girl. You're not going to run away from me," Edward admonished with a laugh as he felt me struggle in his arms. He held me there easily. "I only said it wasn't the reason I invited you, not that I don't want this." He rotated his hips, his still rock hard erection pressing into my hip. "I just don't want you to think, after this weekend, that every time I invite you somewhere it constitutes only desire for a booty call."
I couldn't help the giggle that escaped me when he said exactly what I had been thinking only moments ago. Not to mention that Edward using the phrase 'booty call' just struck me as funny.
"I amuse you?" he teased, cocking an eyebrow at me.
"I was actually thinking the same thing earlier, those exact words," I confessed. Edward frowned, and this time he was the one to try to pull away. I quickly threw my arms around his neck and held onto him tightly. "Who's jumping to conclusions now? I was not thinking that you invited me here for a booty call. I was thinking that I was…kind of….hoping for one?"
"Well why didn't you say so?" Edward growled, leaning down to capture my lips in a lush kiss. The awkwardness of the past few minutes vanished as our mouths moved and our hands explored, and soon both of us were breathless. I had Edward's shirt half unbuttoned, and his hand had delved beneath the wrap bodice of my dress to cup my breast through my new satin and lace bra. When his fingers encountered the contrasting smooth and rough textures, he groaned into my mouth and started walking me backwards across his office to where I remembered a sleek black leather couch resting.
"What are you wearing?" he murmured against my lips, his fingers tracing the lace of the cup and then plucking at my straining nipple, making me gasp.
"Why don't you find out for yourself?" I breathed, closing my eyes and leaning my head back, enjoying the feel of his lips tracing down my neck to the vee of my wrap dress. I gasped and my eyes flew open when Edward pulled back abruptly and stepped away. "Where are you going?" I blurted.
"I'm going to lock my door, pretty girl, because this is going to take a while," he said smoothly, his eyes bright with excitement and wild with desire. The sound of the lock engaging was loud, even over my panting breath and the rapid tattoo of my heartbeat. Edward walked slowly back to where I was standing, each step measured, every movement deliberate. "Will you take off that dress for me and show me what you're wearing underneath, Bella?" he asked.
I felt my pulse between my legs throb even as a thrill of fear shot down my spine at the thought of exposing myself to him like that. I could tell from the husky plea in his voice, as well as the raging erection tenting his pants, that the idea aroused him. Nodding wordlessly I gathered my courage. I could do this for him.
Edward stopped walking towards me, a half a dozen steps between us now. His smile was warm and encouraging, and I felt the reassurance that was so clear in his eyes. I dropped my trembling fingers to the tie at my waist, reminded of Edward's fumbling fingers with the condom last weekend. I knew my cheeks were red and I could feel the color bloom across my décolletage as I loosened the tie on my dress and slowly opened it. I wanted to look away, to hide my face as I uncovered myself for him, but was unable to tear my gaze away from Edward.
Myriad reactions spread across his face. His eyes widened in surprise when he realized that I was going to do what he had asked. They narrowed in concentration, watching my clumsy fingers as I loosened the tie. I could see the fire start to burn within them as I opened first one side then the other of the wrap dress and let it drop to the floor. His eyes widened again when I stood there before him in my black satin and lace demi-cup bra and matching cheekies and my knee high boots. I felt my nipples pebble as the cool air swirled around my body, and knew the moment that Edward noticed as well.
He surged forward, pulling me up into his arms so that my feet left the floor, his mouth open, hot and hungry over mine. "You are so fucking beautiful, Bella," he growled, walking forward with me in his arms until I felt my calves brush the leather of the sofa. He set me back on my feet and then gently pressed down on my shoulders. I sat down on the couch and quickly shifted to the edge of the cushion, shivering as my skin made contact with the smooth leather.
Edward stood before me for a moment before he knelt down between my knees, cupping my face in his hands and twining his fingers in my hair as he kissed me senseless. I wrapped my arms around him, my fingers tugging at his shirt, pulling it from his waistband so that I could slide my hands across the bare flesh of his back. He pulled away for a moment, quickly unfastening the remaining buttons on his shirt and shrugging it off his shoulders, then draping it over mine before gently pressing me against the back of the couch, his shirt a barrier between my warm skin and the cool leather.
Edward slid his fingers slowly down my torso, his eyes following their path. His fingertips traced the outline of my bra, delving beneath the lace for a moment to caress my nipples before moving maddeningly to the outer curves. They danced across the skin of my stomach, over the top of my panties, and down the inside of my thighs until they were resting at my knees, right above the top of my boots. He lifted one leg, bent to press a soft kiss against the inside of my knee, and reached for the zipper. "May I?" he asked.
The power of speech had been robbed from me, and I nodded silently. Edward slowly slid the zipper down to the bottom of the boot and gently used one hand to grasp the heel to pull it off. He set the boot down with one hand, still holding my leg with the other, as he kissed my ankle, calf and the inside of my knee again. He repeated his action with the opposite boot, but instead of stopping when he reached my knee, his hands and lips continued to work their way up my inner thigh until his fingers were grasping the sides of my new panties and his breath was hot against my hip.
"As beautiful as these look on you, Bella, they really have to go," Edward told me, his tongue tracing the lace stretched between my hipbones. I lifted my hips in silent invitation, and the satin and lace I had chosen with such care this morning was tossed aside. I couldn't find it in myself to care when he settled once again between my thighs, his shoulders forcing my knees wide. His fingers continued to caress my hipbones, tracing lazy circles across my stomach and sliding down to the tops of my thighs. His thumbs circled inward, just barely brushing against my center, before moving with a little more determination, sliding, parting, opening me to his gaze. He looked up at me very deliberately before lowering his mouth to my navel, lingering there for a moment, his tongue tickling the sensitive skin of my stomach, then moving lower to press a soft kiss to my clit.
The sight of Edward's riotous sex hair between my legs as his eyes held mine was almost enough to make me come on the spot. My body had been craving his touch ever since the weekend and I felt the familiar heat build in anticipation. The rasp of his tongue against my sensitive clit and the feel of his seeking fingers as they entered my body made that orgasm a certainty. Edward's long fingers curled forward inside me at the same time he sucked my clit into his mouth and teased it with his teeth. My voice rediscovered, I cried out as my climax overtook me, and my back arched off the couch. He continued to lave me with his tongue as I rode the waves, his strong forearm across my pelvis, holding me in place as I writhed under his ministrations.
When my shudders had subsided Edward kissed his way up my stomach, stopping once again to tease my navel with his tongue. With a flick of his fingers, he freed the front closure of my bra and kissed each of my nipples. He placed a soft kiss over the place where my heart was beating thunderously, then placed gentle kisses up the column of my neck until he reached my lips.
I'll admit it. I basically attacked him then. It was my tongue that sought his, and his moans that I swallowed as I deepened the kiss. I slipped my hands between us and quickly unfastened his belt and trousers, shoving them down his legs along with his boxers even as I pulled him to me and tried to wrap my legs around his waist. Edward reached down to grab his wallet and pulled a condom out, sheathing his erection one moment and sliding into me the next.
Edward grasped my hips and pulled me forward, and I looped my arms around his shoulders, which were a little lower as he knelt in front of me. Edward pulled back to thrust again, and swore under his breath at the awkward angle. The combination of the low-slung couch and our height difference made the positioning awkward, and I started to giggle at his frustrated expression.
"All right, sex on the couch, not working so well," Edward muttered with a pout that I found completely adorable.
"Let's try this. You sit," I suggested, moving so that he could take a seat on the cushion. I then straddled his lap, both of us groaning as he slid deeply within me.
"Brilliant girl," Edward gasped as I moved over him. "Well, hello ladies," he said as my breasts bobbed in front of his face. He took one nipple between his lips and sucked hard, and I bucked my hips at the sensation. He grinned and released the first nipple, to repeat the action with the second. His hands found my hips, helping to set the rhythm, and I leaned back slightly, the angle of his penetration already making me come unglued.
"Oh God Bella, just like that," Edward groaned when I swiveled my hips. I could actually feel him twitch within me, and when I circled my hips in the opposite direction his long moan made me smile with feminine satisfaction. Then I was the one groaning when he slid one hand down to press his fingers against my clit, stroking in time with his thrusts. And when he took one nipple in his mouth and bit down lightly, I cried out as my climax seized me.
Edward grasped my hips tightly and continued to thrust, finding his own completion moments later. I watched his glorious face, eyes pinched tightly shut, jaw clenched, and nostrils flared, and couldn't resist the urge to kiss him. His lips softened instantly and he raised his hands to tunnel his fingers through my hair as we exchanged breathless kisses. We sat that way as our heart rates slowed and our breathing quieted.
Edward nuzzled his nose against my jaw and pressed a tender kiss beneath my ear. "We should probably get dressed and get out of here before people start arriving for the day," he suggested lazily, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back, giving me shivers.
"Get out of here?" I asked. "Where are we going?"
Edward smiled. "Breakfast, of course."
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